The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Siyu was already drunk, tired, and sleepy, having just mustered the energy to engage in an acting game with him. Now, tightly held by him, she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to.

She should be grateful that she often exercised and was in good shape. She danced, so her waist was flexible, and she had trained in boxing, which allowed her to vigorously grapple with Bo Yan continuously. She was even more thankful that she was drunk, which meant she didn’t resist much and lacked the embarrassment she might have felt while sober.

Xia Siyu was forthright by nature. Their first time was initiated by her as well. She wasn’t coy. In fact, she felt so happy during the process that she even cooperated with him a bit.

Of course, if Bo Yan made her unhappy, she wouldn’t hesitate to scratch with her claws or bite with her teeth.

By the end of it all, Bo Yan’s face, body, and back were all marked. But he didn’t feel wronged at all, rather appearing as splendid as fireworks bursting in the sky.

The room was also a mess. Although their outer clothes had been removed early on, the bed sheets were dirty and wrinkled from their tussling; her BRA hung at the foot of the bed, his shorts kicked under it.

Once he had rested, he turned off his phone and checked the recorded video. He edited out the part at the beginning where he tricked her into acting and deleted the scenes where they fought, leaving only the part where she took the initiative.

Xia Siyu was already fast asleep, completely exhausted. Just moments before, she had been as fierce as a wildcat, but now, with her hair spread out, she slept at the head of the bed like a delicate doll.

Equally noble, wild, both angel and demon.

The incident happened so suddenly that he didn’t have time to take a shower, remove his makeup, or anything of the sort, let alone take precautions.

But it didn’t matter. They were husband and wife. If she didn’t want it, she could take measures after waking up the next day. For now, he urgently needed to take a shower and remove his makeup.

The mansion’s bathroom had a bathtub, and he adjusted the water temperature and started to fill it. While waiting for the bath to fill, he picked up Xia Siyu, routinely cleansed her face, and removed her makeup. Fortunately, he had come back to stay in advance; disposable makeup removers and other living supplies were all well-stocked. After cleansing her face, he carried her into the bathtub, allowing her to lean against him, and applied body wash on her.

She was so pale. Under the warm light of the bathroom, she practically glowed, especially when contrasted against his chest.

Such pale skin was also scattered with marks. He had been careful, knowing she was a public figure, and dared not leave any on places that might be exposed. But in some more hidden spots, there were patches of bluish purple.

As his hands, covered in body wash, roamed over her fair skin, his breathing quickened again.

Bo Yan was not one to shortchange himself. He washed both of them as quickly as possible, rinsing off the dirty water, and filled the tub with fresh water.

Soon, the sounds in the bathroom were like waves crashing against rocks. Under the relentless surge of the waves, Siyu, in her grogginess, reached out an arm to cling to the only support she could find, losing herself completely…